That happened to me once. We had the neighborhood bully who was about two years older then the rest of the kids. I can't remember what set me off but I saw red and went after him. I started throwing punches until I knocked him to the ground. I then crawled up him while still raining blows on him. He returned a few but I was numb to them. I finally ended up sitting on his chest still throwing blows. By now he was just trying to block them.shilohmm wrote:I'd get into a cold rage where I didn't care if they hurt me, as long as I got to hurt them...
As suddenly as it started it ended. It was like someone stuck a pin in my balloon. I got off him fully expecting he would beat the crap out of me. Instead he ran down the street screaming like the sissy he really was. He never bothered anyone on the block again.
It only happened to me one time in my whole life. I sometimes wonder what it would take to set me off like that again. Hopefully, I never find out.